Chapter 216: Let's take a class today.

"Well, this is not for sale to Xiaomi." Maggie was looking at Amy with a pet, and put a dish on the table.
The system is half right. He is indeed a rookie who can only make a perfect four-course meal, but these four dishes are all slowly perfected to the extreme, reaching the height that the top chefs on the earth have not reached.
By analogy, this sentence is as common as cooking. At least some dishes are cooked in a similar way. McGonagall feels that he can already make it, perhaps not far enough to perfection, but it is enough to be a home-cooked dish.
"System warning: restaurant level lv1 can not conduct food self-study, the host has violated the rules once, hereby three warnings, three levels of warnings three times, will be downgraded the restaurant." At this moment, the system sounds.
"Relegation? System, isn't the restaurant the lowest level now?" McGonagall put the plate down, and when he pulled the chair down, he said something indifferent.

In the lv1 restaurant, the downgrade will be restored to the state before the system was rebuilt.
The system calmly replied.
"..." McGonagall remembered the shabby house on the first day of the day, and suddenly it was not calm. The house was really not a place for people to live.
"Host, as a kitchen god, before going to the room, what you should do is to strictly demand yourself, and to make every dish the best, you can start to make new dishes. Only when you have a solid foundation can you make steady progress. The opportunity to be on the throne of the kitchen god." The voice of the system became extremely serious.
"Well, then I will do it at most twice." McGonagall was silent for a while.
The system is not unreasonable. After finishing these two dishes, he is really a bit eager to move. If you want to try other dishes, you may be out of control.
However, the dishes that come out of this kind have almost no self-requirement, and after they are first-in-class, it may become more difficult to reverse the re-achievement in the future.
"..." The system silently floated a line of ellipsis, and did not say anything.
"Hey~" The ugly duckling stared at the shrimp on the plate, his eyes lit up, and he explored the little claws, but still didn't dare to squat on the table.
"Millet, put the ugly duckling next to it, go wash your hands and eat again." McGonagall looked at Amy, who was holding out his little hand and trying to catch the prawns.
"Okay." Amy looked at the prawns that looked particularly delicious, but it was a well-behaved response. She put the ugly duckling on the ground and ran to the kitchen with her short legs.
"Ugly duckling, come over, give you one first." McGonagall greeted the ugly duckling, picked up a shrimp, peeled off the shrimp shell neatly, and grabbed the shrimp tail to feed the ugly duckling.
The ugly duckling leaned his head, biting his mouth and eating very cheerfully.
"Father, I have to feed." Amy, who had finished washing her hands, came to the side of the ugly duckling. She also looked up at her mouth and looked at McGonagall.
"Hey~" The ugly duckling turned his head and looked at Amy with some resentment.
"This is my father!" Amy looked back at the ugly duckling's serious oath of sovereignty.
"Hey~" The ugly duckling was smashing, and his head was licking Amy’s calf. How clever is it?
"Okay, both." McGonagall nodded and re-peeled a shrimp to feed Amy.
Amy bit a small half of the shrimp, her eyes lit up, and chewed cheerfully, watching Meg happy said: "Father, this prawn is really delicious, and today I really ate a lot of shrimp. Meat, father and adults really will not lie to Xiaomi."
"Well, I like to eat more." McGonagall looked at Amy's lovely eating, and the smile on his face was more and more brilliant. The greatest sense of accomplishment was probably when he was praised by his own girl.
It is important to say to the child that this is done.
The story of Zengzi’s killing has been passed down through the ages, and it is full of the wisdom of the ancients to educate their children.
A breakfast was spent in a happy atmosphere, because the two little guys really liked it. After a whole plate of oily prawn, McGonagall didn’t taste one, but watched the expression of two little guys. It should be good.
"System, I am going hunting in this state, is there any danger?" McGonagall asked in the heart while collecting the bowl.
"Please rest assured that there is a 50% chance of survival." The system's calm voice came.
McGonagall shook his hand, and the bowl in his hand almost fell. His expression was a bit strange: "The system is not to catch a chicken. How can there be a 50% chance of hanging? This is too easy for him to die." What?"
"In the wilderness, the situation is changing rapidly. The flaming chicken can only be regarded as the lowest level of Warcraft, but the host may encounter some powerful World of Warcraft in the process of finding a flaming chicken. This chance is about 50%."
"So... as long as I met, I am dead? Do I have such a weak chicken?" McGonagall couldn't help but vomit in his heart.
"Host, do you think you are very powerful?" the system asked.
McGon thought about it. It was only two days after he recovered from the semi-disabled state. If he encountered the second-level Warcraft, the chance of survival was indeed zero. He couldn’t help but vomit: "System, you are pushing me into the fire pit." Is it good to cook well? What to eat for chicken!"
"The host can increase the chances of survival by purchasing items, up to 99%!" The sound of the system suddenly became lighter.
"Is this your ultimate goal?" McGonagall suddenly felt a bit ridiculous. This system of death and money is really a means to make money!
"I can't afford to buy a weapon with a thousand gold coins." McGonagall walked to the kitchen with a bowl and calmed.
"This system can provide weapons daily rental service, only need 10 gold coins a day, you can enjoy a top custom weapon, rent for more than seven days, you can also enjoy a 10% discount! And the system also provides a daily rental service at all price points. , one-time magic shield, one-time magic attack wave, one-time..." The system's voice is full of enthusiasm.
McGee's face is dark, it seems that this system has already finished watching the self-cultivation of the drama, the routine is getting deeper and deeper, and suddenly asked: "System, if I bring Amy, what is the chance of survival?"
The system was silent for a while, and some tough said: "100%"
"Well? What the is this?" McGonagall was surprised.
"Amy is much better than you." The system silently said.
"As long as I bring Amy, the chance of survival is really 100%?" By his daughter, Meg did not like it at all, chasing him.
"The exact calculation of this system is 100%." ​​The system replied with an answer, and then solemnly suggested: "But this system does not recommend that the host does not recommend the host to bring Amy, which is a serious open behavior and will be severely rigorous. Moral condemnation. And Amy's learning is more important. It is not good to learn bad habits on the second day of school..."
"Hey, I want to lie to me to buy the official hang." McGonagall slammed the bowl into the dishwasher and walked out of the kitchen and watched Amy smile. "Millet, let's take a class today."